Personal Development

A lot has happened since January. For starters we moved houses, again, that’s twice in 10 months. And it seems we didn’t have to move.

But we did. As much as I miss the old house and loathe the new, we had to move. We had to see the difference and experience first hand to know what we really want and to go for it, because we’re now in a fortunate position where we know there’s a better way to live.

Had we not moved, we would have done what we’ve always done. Nest and settled in, just happy to be together, living each moment and not planning for the future.

The Universe lit a fire up our behinds in the last few months that’s for sure.

And we are better for it. The wheels are turning and we’re making up for lost time, while being completely supported in all ways possible.

Like seriously you guys. The Universe has had my back, front and sides covered throughout the whole process of finding a house, getting the house, moving house, the house, dealing with the new house, down to the 7 houses looking into my back yard, to the problems with dogs barking at 6:30am throughout the day.

Everything I want fixed is getting fixed and things are happening for a reason.

Even now while I’ve got the flu, I know this is time given to me to slow down and absorb. Something I don’t do when I’m well because I’m constantly multitasking on all levels.

It’s also a chance for my beloved to look after me. I’m usually very independent and particular about how I want things done that I don’t let him do anything. Now that I’m sick I don’t have the energy to dig my heels in lol so it’s been good to let go and be looked after.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is…
Have faith in the Universe and know everything happens for a reason. Good or bad there is something to be gained from that experience.

Have a great weekend everyone!! Those down under, stay warm!!! It’s meant to be a doozy this weekend!

Share this:

Like this:

I don’t know if it’s the general energies about today being Anzac Day and all, whatever it is I’m not having a good day.

So there I was once again hand weeding the front garden…. crying (such was my pity party), feeling so sorry for myself for a multitude of things (yeh.. the party was in full swing) when, as I was about to dig out another weed a little voice piped up and said “At least you’re here to complain about it.”

Whoa. How’s that for putting it into perspective? And at that instant a wave of gratitude swept over me. I thought I was crying before. Mate. This opened up the floodgates and this time I wasn’t crying because I’m indulging in self pity, I was just crying.

Perhaps for the horror of war? The loss of loved ones? The utter gratitude I feel towards all those who have sacrificed their lives?